Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Hi, the author here, I just wanted to say that this is my first fanfic, so, I'm so sorry and not that sorry at the same time.

Enjoy ^^

Where nights were warm and days cold, the lair rested in the peace of summertime after Shreder’s dead, the sadness of a time that used to roar around whit fun and laugh feels like a distant hum in-between the concrete walls and every sigh in the silence that shout on the distance of the sewers.

That specific morning felt like burning hell for Michelangelo, the distant fog of a melancholic time and weariness, even some regret, but he must pull it together again, for his sake and his brothers; So he started the morning routine, wake up, take a bath, do breakfast, eat at least a little bit, drag Donnie out of his cave for him to eat, wake up Leo and hope he wants to eat, see if Raph was ok and make him eat something, then go do something, just anything but thinking about splinter.

So, Mikey started a new hobby, giving New York some color, better known as urban art. Mikey, was good whit spray paint, even he could say naturally gifted.

But he didn’t only got onto spray paint but also started an anonymous channel of music he record just to let it all out; he wasn’t famous but he started to get a name by the shadows around New York City of a punk whit talent sharing it on the walls and internet, all whit the name of Ghost Shell or GS as his signature… Just a ghost in New York City, pouring his tears on the eyes or ears of that somebody that witness their art.

Tonight he was painting another mural on an alleyway while he has sunlight left, his body fully covered by a black cardigan and mask that covers up his face. 

The place was perfect, no people, no sewers, and it’s close to the mighty mutanimals lair! That was the best place to do some good artwork.

Mikey didn’t know what he was about to witness.

As the silence of the summer sunset start to fade, and the night sky start to fall, he heard some movement close to his position;

—Shit…— He expressed before taking some cover.

—Come on bitch, move. Or you prefer that I blow your head off?— The guy said as they get the pistol onto the head of a lady.

—Please don’t shoot me, I have a family, kids.

—Shut up and strip!

It was a nightmare, a fuck up nightmare. A lady being forced to strip in a public space whit a gun onto her head!? This is definitely a nightmare, or at least a sick video, but it wasn’t, he was seeing it in skin and bones, and it was SICKENING. He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t just stay there and wait until he stop.

In one second, he was using his nunchaku to choke the guy, even he try to shoot, but, the lack of oxygen was making his hands tremble and a bit clumsy, hearing him gasp and gag trying to get Mikey off, it was somehow gratifying.

 Mikey didn’t noticed when the guy had died, or when the girl started to cry, completely terrified, sobbing petrified. That’s when he noticed, he has just break Splinter’s rule, Never kill to kill. But, he didn’t mind, this man deserve to be dead, this man was a sicko, he was about to harm someone… And that someone is starting to call 911. Shit! Mikey had to run before the police got there.

At the time when the moon was on the horizon, and the stars were visible at simple eye, Mikey got to the lair. He was stressed, and a bit out of breath for the Olympic run he did.

Then the loneliness of the once has called „home” hit like brick’s in an sack. Leo was asleep in the couch, Raph wasn’t in home, and Donnie was working in his place… Again, so he sit close to Leo, and put the News, he wasn’t on the mood of seeing something. Then, he saw it, the testimony of a woman that was save by punk that kill his abuser before disappearing into the night.

And now it was being search by the charges of vigilantism and murder.

—Fuck… Now police is going for my head.

Mikey just changed channel and get comfy, he didn’t like the news anyway.

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Hi! Here the author! And I'm here to say shit but... Nope, because I lose the game, and now you too.

Mikey’s pov:

It was a hot night, when I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to start the day with the usual stuff, do some hygiene, prepare breakfast… Not for all of us, is too early for that.

So I try to do something different, putting some spice to the day, yeah, getting some pizza! It usually makes us feel better, make everyone feel better, even for a while, yeah Mikester, try to keep it positive and everything will be just fine.

—Uh… what hour it was?

I see the clock… Not even 5 am, well, it was a time since I do some work out.

So I got to the dojo, I haven’t entered here since splinter… Well, I tried to not think about it, and I started working out on my nunchaku technique, trying to remember what Sensei Splinter had told us.

Some posture, some exercise, some kata, the basics; then I started the fun part, the freestyling! I usually put all of the basics onto my usual freestyle technic of fighting, so I just started to do the usual stuff I would do in a fight.

After all of the workout, I see the time… 6:30.

I could some meditation on splinter usual spot, I always wanted to meditate on Splinter’s usual spot, looked comfy.

So I sat in the spot, right under the tree, and closed my eyes, breath, and I thought about someplace I wanted to be… I imagined the warmth of the sun, the rough feeling of the sand, and the sound of the waves, it’s the beach, so warm, so happy, so perfect.

I always wanted to go to the beach, swim or play in the sand whit Raph, being lecture by Leo about the risks of driving into the ocean just like that, and hearing Donnie nerding out or just being curious about everything on the sand and salty water.

How I wish to go there and have one day, just one day on the sun, on the sand, on the brightness of summer, getting a cute but painful sun kiss on his cheeks, or even getting tan, surfing!

Shit, the majority of things on his bucket list are on the beach.

So I stayed silent, as the sunset start to fall, and the waves just wonder around in those pink sky’s …

Wait a minute.

So my eyes open to encounter;

—Raph, what are you doing up here? And at this hour?

—You weren’t doing breakfast, so I started to seek you, I never thought I would encounter you sleeping in this place.

Sleeping? Sleeping? Right, that dream was to good to be true, being on a beautiful sunset in a beach? What a foolish dream… right?

—Come on, I’m hungry, let’s do some brekky before I get too grumpy.

—Uh I was planning to get some pizza.

—Mikey, that’s not breakfast, that’s food, let’s get some pizza in some hours more when Leo get up.

—Right! That’s a perfect idea, in the afternoon we are usually all up!

That morning I was really feeling better, over all after that nap.

Like it’s customary, he made omelette for Raphael, and another for himself.

—Uh… Mikey, how was your day?

—You’re asking about my day?... Are you nauseous, have a fever?...

—I’m ok Mikey, I just… I just feel like I need a distraction, and you’re the good one whit that, you’re always distracted! Je.

—So… that’s how you all see me huh?— I got up, I feel rage, I feel the rage of just being the „distracted” one. It’s a rage that has been building since we’re kids.

After that I just get out of there, without even finishing my plate, I just… got to the elevator and got back to the surface. Ready for some time alone.

I feel the breeze and the rising sun on my skin, a little summer kiss I love.

I take out from the dumpster my usual clothes, a black cardigan and this time I take a hat to cover up.

And my legs start moving forward as I light my cigarette, one of the thing’s I do feeling too overwhelmed by everything… It was like the smoke were his emotions… they infest his lungs, and overwhelm him, and then, all go out, to the atmosphere, becoming part of all this things he couldn’t change at all.

After getting into an ally, I sat down into the ground, just trying to stop this … this burning rage, this rage that burn my insides alive; then puff all out, as the rage start to subside and the trembles go away.

Then I just… keep hearing, that’s something I like to do, hear all the normal people life’s, problems, things, things that weren’t space aliens, the earth future, how your uncle try to kill you and your father… In a way it calm me. It’s like a way to live in another body, another life.

Sometimes I wonder if I just born in other way, other body, other time, other species, everything would be different, I would be different, more love, less annoying, more handsome and less this.

I’m a mutant.

A monster.

I killed someone yesterday and only felt pity for the girl that had to see it.

I’m a monster…

I noticed the subtitle wet in my eyes, I didn’t even notice when the water start to pour down my cheeks, it had a salty taste of sorrow.

After pouring out my heart and some smoke, I got back to the lair, I didn’t feel like talking again whit Raph, but I’m sure that he was confused or at least concerned about how I escaped.

—Oh, Mikey, just in time, uh, I’m sorry if I upset you before but… I got the pizza, I don’t know man, I thought you were going to be, uh, hungry, you didn’t finished your food this morning… So, uh, I got the pizza, and our brothers.

—oh hi there Mikey

And Donnie just wave, at me, I couldn’t take it, I couldn’t, I didn’t want to but, I was crying again.

But now in a hug, a huge hug.

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¡Hi again!

Have fun :)

The nights in NYC even if the turtles wanted, they were full of punks, drug dealers, and more of them… Even if they wasn’t ready mentally to fight, the war has already started. 

They took the purple dragons, the foot clan and Italian mafia. And now, the city is full of caos, destruction, and new bad guys taking territory. 

Over all in-between:

The Foot clan that try to assemble themselves back.

A new punk group whiteout name (yet).

And… Some apocalypse religious freak’s.

And while the turtle are trying to grieve in peace, his human friends take care of the city, trying to minimize the injured people, and mostly, the dead rate.

So Casey Jones, and April O’Neil were doing patrolling tonight, over all in the foot clan new lair. Hearing for any new information, or even something that is useful.

—The foot clan shall rise again! More powerful, more glorious! We’ll be the rulers of this city! — The new leather, a common soldier, but whit good words, talks, making everyone believe, making everyone follow.

He seems like a crystal clear leather. He’s not. His monarchy is build on hollow words, and fake promises of glory to everyone… But he knows.

That glory it’s for himself.

But nobody noticed, because his image is too strong and too good to even question it. 

But there’s somebody watching, April and Casey, whit a hidden microphone on one infiltrate foot soldier from Karai’s army, good enough to blend in.

In the rooftop, the information is being recorded and heard.

—Uhg! This sounds exactly like that strange cult leader doing his morning talk… And I hate it.

—I know it bugs you a lot but, we don’t have other methods to identify plans.

—Yeah, but it looks like today’s meeting is exclusively to keep the „followers”. And it’s starting to hear sane in comparison to the cult!

—Ok, I think you could go and check out the city, but Casey, I see you at the lair in 30 minutes.

While April stay’s checking the foot clan, Casey Jones enters the game, the game of the mouse and the cat, but he didn’t know yet that he’s the mouse.

As the night goes by, the feeling increases, the feeling of being observed, of being followed, even when he fought, he could feel it.

It doesn’t matter how much he ran away, it felt pointless. Was so pointless that Casey started to think it like his paranoia kicking in. Feeling nervous of that the foot clan leather called the weakness of the soul the other day… «Why did I put attention to that shit?!» Casey though to himself, disbelieving how easily he fall to that mental trick of sweet words. At least it wasn’t the cult.

Casey kept his work, trying to keep himself busy kicking buts, until, he saw something in the dark.

—Oh Casey Jones, you’re starting to go mad…— He said to himself as the paralyzing fear start to seat into him. His heart was pounding on his chest so loudly he could swear it could heard it. And don’t get him started about breathing, it felt like a million and one knifes cutting through his lungs as they expand. But even with this, Casey Jones never back down, he’s ready for a fight, bat in hand, even if they were shaky, and feet solid on ground, even if he really can’t move them a lot.

—Show yourself!

And nobody answered. Just silence.

—That’s it, I’m going bonkers… I’m officially nuts.

He tried to calm himself, but another sound made him doubt, his fear to this sound of steps, even if there is nothing to fear at all, and it’s just his mind, the feeling of being followed is a hell.

Little did he know, that in the shadows, there was something seeing him, following from behind, just seeing all his movements, and how he fought.

Tonight the day was, somehow, calm. But the tension doesn’t go, there’s something in the wind, the eyes that follows up from behind, and the tension leads him to run away.

Casey ran, ran from his fear, form his anxiety, from all that that had been following him from some years already, and things that are fiscally following him. His heart pumps, and his mind race, blood boils, until he couldn’t run any more.

As he saw of what he was running from, he saw nobody, nothing at all, nothing to be afraid, but he’s still afraid.

—I… I have to call April, something is really wrong with me.

He said, looking at his reflection on some water in the pavement.

As he took his phone, his head was still spiraling, even if he already ran away from danger, there’s no more danger around, but he feels vulnerable, small.

His hands tremble as search’s April’s number.

—Casey? Everything ok? You aren’t in the lair.

—April! I think I’m going nuts, I just ran from nothing, there’s nothing in this place, but I still feel overwhelmed, and… I think I need something to calm down.

—Uhg, just come here and I’ll see what I can.